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I'm Yours


Waking up the following morning, Reagan sat up with a groan and ran a hand over her face as her phone chimed on the coffee table. Retrieving it, she unlocked the screen to find numerous texts from Jackson and two missed calls from her dad.

Feeling guilty for forgetting to ring, she sent her dad a quick text to apologize and promised to ring him later in the day. Putting on the kettle, she took a seat at the kitchen table and stared at her phone as she tried to figure out what to say to Jackson.

'We should talk' she sent after five minutes of overthinking, taking a sip of the fresh coffee she had poured and waiting for a response which came through within a minute.

'We should, come over to the hotel at one... I'll order us some lunch and we can talk.'

'See you then.'

Checking the time, she looked through some of the work that she had to do and then went to take a shower. Getting a taxi to the hotel, she made her way through the lobby and hesitated momentarily as the elevator doors opened. Knocking lightly on the door, she swallowed nervously and waited for him to answer.

"Hey," he greeted as he opened the door, stepping aside and letting her in.

"Hey," Reagan mumbled in reply as she walked in, "How was practice?"

"You know Lukas, we could be on a winning streak and he'd still push us until we bled," Jackson stated, closing the door and sitting down on the bed, "How was your flight?"


"I haven't ordered any food yet, I thought that we could talk and then eat after," Jackson suggested, earning a nod of agreement from Reagan and continuing, "Nothing happened between Sierra and me."

"Then why was she in her bra and knickers on your bed?"

"I don't know, she came over to see if I was going out with the team again and I told her no because you were due back," Jackson told her, "I went for a shower and assumed that she had left, but obviously not."

"Do you swear that nothing happened?"

"I swear," Jackson added, standing up and moving over to where she was leaning against the wall, "I would never do that to you."

Although she found it hard to believe the words coming from his mouth, she had been taught that the eyes always told the truth and she believed the sincerity that lay within Jackson's. Smiling as he pulled her into a hug, Reagan wrapped her arms around his waist and melted into his warmth.

Filling Jackson in about the christening over lunch, Reagan changed the subject to the game and listened as he told her the highlights.

"How long will Ricky be out for?"

"Six weeks, plus however long the doc adds on for PT and recovery. Everyone's pretty bummed out about it, but it's important that he fully heals..."

Opening her mouth to reply, she quickly shut it again when someone knocked on the door and Jackson went to answer it. Returning a few minutes later with his agent CJ in tow, Jackson sat back down in the seat opposite her at the table and took a bite of his sandwich.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," CJ said as he hugged Reagan, turning his attention to Jackson, "I really need to know if you plan on going to the awards ceremony tomorrow night or not."

"I told you I don't know," Jackson replied, "You know that those things make me uncomfortable."

"What if I got you a plus one ticket?" CJ suggested, "That way, you don't have to go alone and everyone that is currently hassling me will be happy for at least five minutes."

"Who am I supposed to take?"

"I'll go with you," Reagan offered, causing both CJ and Jackson to look at her in surprise, "What?"

"You'd do that for me?"

"Of course I would," Reagan stated, "I may not be ready for the world to know every little detail about our relationship, but that doesn't mean that I don't want them to know and it sure as hell won't stop me from showing my support at important events."

"Are you sure about this?" CJ added.

"I'll probably regret it tomorrow, but right now... I'm completely sure."

"I guess you can tell whoever needs to know that I'll be there tomorrow night," Jackson told CJ, who headed straight to the door and mouthed a quick thank you to Reagan as he left, "Have I told you lately that you're awesome?"

"Maybe once or twice, but it's always nice to hear."

"You are awesome," he whispered, leaning across the table and pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.
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